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After a few minutes, I can’t take it anya with a silly question

“When Peter asked you to ‘take care of her,’” I say, drawing air quotes with ers, “are you sure he ht at the clinic?”

The corners of Luca’s lips curl up “He said your name”

“Why do you hate me?” I ask

Luca seelances at me “I don’t hate you Why would you think I do?”

Ten words At least he’s actually trying to convince me, which means he cares what I think about him

“Because you haven’t said ”

“I’ot a lot on my mind,” he says “But if you have any questions, let ”

“Anything?” I ask

“Anything”

He’s going to regret that

Because once I’lossy black front door—I get kind of bored Luca hides away in his studio, playing terrible hts on canvas

At dinner, I ask him, “Luca, what’s the distance between the Earth and the moon?”

He shrugs without even taking his eyes off his food

I’ to answer anything Or are you a liar?” I challenge him

“I don’t know the answer”

“You can Google it”

I keep bugging him until he puts down his fork and pulls out his phone to find the answer to my question

After dinner, Luca goes back to his studio, which I’m forbidden to enter So I co our rides to and back fro dinner